Inside That Modern Rowdy Inn Improvisation 12 29 2012 Poem by Lee Mack

Improvisation 12 29 2012
Original 12 28 2012





INSIDE THAT MODERN ROWDY INN:


Inside that modern rowdy Inn
That closes its doors at midnight
If in my rented room of
Dimly lighted lamps you find
My shadow naked of these cerements
Almost invisible laying there
On my bed of subsiding pain
Drained of my wines- hear
What the night is saying -I am
The visitor - the primary actor
The true light
Say good night my friend
Go without to bear to never pray
A wasted prayer for me
When I am gone do not rest
In grave suspense to watch as if
With hope expect me to reappear
Look around the room at the chair
Where bareheaded visitors sat
Under empty wall racks where
Troubadours and rappers hung hats
Light was once the primary actor
Friendship on the screen
Ordinarily human was the force
Channel change reveals the field
Of Spirit life - the white noise
Flickers in black and white - the
Force of fields of love suffuses
Friends no longer made distinct
Not even in the ghetto mural
Especially in that quantum
Mechanical drill - Soldiers are
Marching on toward inevitable ends
Unmet -upon the other battle field
I must rest at that modern rowdy Inn.



Lee Mack, copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.